Date: Fri, 28 May 2010 07:09:58 +0000
From: Nick Alias Pizza Boy
Subject: Unexpected Visitors
Unexpected Visitors
By
Nick Alias Pizza Boy
CHAPTER ONE:
Until six past eight at night, this has been a typical Wednesday for Greg
Timmons. After 8 long hours at the office, the 28-year-old insurance
broker had gone home and dined before going downstairs for his nightly home
workout. The doorbell rang some 40 minutes into his treadmill run and he'd
have probably ignored it but then the person knocked so he stopped.
Shirtless, sweaty and out of breath, he opened to two young men carrying
luggage. His right eye immediately noticed the blond one, behind the
other, checking him out for half a second.
- May I help you?
- Excuse us sir, do you know where we could find Billy Cooper?
- This is right over there. Greg pointed the house to his right.
- Well, I mean, he had told us he was home and he's not.
- Then come back later.
Just as Greg stepped back, the blond guy moved forward and insisted.
- Sir, we're sorry but you don't understand. We have just flown in from
Europe, Mr Cooper was supposed to pick us up because we're renting rooms
there.
- mmm... Just come in, have a seat. He's probably gonna be back soon if
you guys had warned him.
As they walked in, Greg apologised for being rude at first and served them
lemonade on his pool deck. Benjamin and Sven, so were their names, told
him to not worry.
Sven was a Swedish-speaking Finn, a tall and slender blonde with blue eyes
whose pale skin would surely burn within hours of arrival in Texas. A bit
of a contrast with his mate Benjamin, an olive-skinned Frenchman buff like
a rugby player. As both mentioned writing PHDs, they would probably be the
same age as Greg so he looked forward having them as neighbours.
An hour, then another passed and the Cooper house was still empty. While
Benjamin kept talking to Greg, albeit much less, Sven could barely keep his
eyes open. Greg, who still wore nothing but grey sweatpants, got up.
- Sorry guys but I'm getting sleepy and so are you. I'll get you some
blankets and you can sleep in the living room, I'm certain Cooper will be
here tomorrow.
Fifteen minutes later, both Sven and Benjamin were snoring on Greg's two
couches. Greg retired to his bedroom, from where he heard Billy Cooper's
car not too long afterwards. Too late, he thought, the guys were sleeping
tight and he himself just wanted to rest.
He woke up when the alarm rang at 6:45 and spent about half an hour in the
bathroom to shower and shave. By that time, he had completely forgotten
about Benjamin and Sven and, as on any day, was still naked when he made
himself a quick breakfast in the kitchen.
It's the toilet being flushed that brought him back to reality. At that
moment, he turned and saw an equally nude Benjamin walking back to the
living room.
- OH MY GOD! You scared the hell out of me! Greg exclaimed
- Me too! I didn't think you were awake.
- You want some coffee? a bowl of gruel?
- Just let me put on something...
- Hey, I'm naked as you are. Who cares?
Visibly comforted by Greg's comment, Benjamin joined Greg in the kitchen
and they were having a first cup of coffee when Sven showed up, rubbing his
eyes as he approached.
- Good morning
- Hi Sven
- mmmm... what time is it?
- 7:35
- God
Sven wore briefs but his morning wood took so much space, it looked like
it'd get out at anytime. Greg totally loved his slim runner's body but
Benjamin's beefier type was more his, especially compared to his current
fuckbuddy.
- You guys had sex? he asked, seeing both Greg and Benjamin having coffee
naked.
- Nope! Greg replied, shocked by the question.
He then felt Benjamin coming a step closer to him and blushing slightly.
- But Greg, you've been a good host and we have to say thanks...
A blink of an eye and the three guys were making out on the couch where
Benjamin had spent the night. Sven got bored of that kissing and suckling
so he knelt down and began to alternatively suck on Benjamin and Greg's
rock-hard cocks.
- Guys, I don't bottom that often but if you really want to thank me then I
want a sandwich... Greg pleaded.
Sven stood behind and Benjamin sat on the back of the couch so that Greg
didn't end up on his fours on the carpet. Every deep thrust into his tight
ass made him suck harder on the thick cock in front of his face. At one
point, Benjamin couldn't help but hold Greg's head to be deepthroated while
Sven kept pounding his ass away.
- God he's sooo hard!!!! Benjamin told Sven, stroking Greg with his feet.
- Ohhhh yeahhh...!!!! MIIIILLLKK MEEE!!!! Greg begged, taking a break from
sucking.
As ordered, Sven and Benjamin kept masturbating him while Greg's hands were
busy on them. Sven was actually the first to reach climax, ejaculating
over Greg's hairy chest as directed. Benjamin closed the march after Greg
had emptied his balls in a violent spasm.
Wiping the cum off his wristwatch, Greg realised he was almost late to work
so he got up in a hurry.
- I'm not sure I've been thanked enough though...
THE END...
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